Echoes

Her eyes were like nothing Her stumbling legs would barely keep beneath her Just waiting for the Reaper to release her Today she hadn’t tasted nothing to speak of Yesterday she had a slice of pizza Liquids had turned to solids on her t-shirt The type perhaps a scientist could research Been weeks and months since anyone could reach her Tics ago on the clock her whole esophagus was chocking on a cock that didn’t tease her To cop the anesthesia A mother once beside herself with worry now would wander right beside her none the wiser She didn’t recognize her Her promise famished in a family where there weren’t no providers There weren’t no survivors Calamity too heinous to believe Her cavity was so contaminated with disease You couldn’t hope to clean it with entire summer weeks Much less a Summer’s Eve ALL YOU ALL OF YOU Could almost vomit from the stench The rotting of the flesh The last occasion that she had been anybody’s guest Was anybody’s guess Her mind was way to whittled to be riddled with regret It teetered on the edge No direction that required any steps No director to yell “quiet on the set” No price was on her head No one was racked with grief or feeling loss If there isn’t anyone that’s looking for you are you even lost? No friends had been as solid as the concrete she was on So was she even off? At times she’s in no mood to make no movements on her own accord Police would then accost You haven’t seen a more afflicted corpse Since Christ’s crucifixion on the cross ALL YOU ALL OF YOU I haven’t seen her in a stretch I wonder if she rests I wonder if the demons that had haunted her in her life, would haunt her in her death There was not a missing persons file on anybody’s desk The topic hadn’t made anybody’s docket The change she needed more than what could jingle in your pocket Or had she been a prophet? A saint who withstood pain that wouldn’t lessen Who’s life had been so I could learn a lesson That even those that get high and just say “F it” Can die and go to heaven And who was I for questioning her ethics? Should I be ashamed I never made the effort Or took the time for taking her to breakfast Or to the Fertile Crescent Woebegone that I never heard her message Before she’d gone returning to her essence